“Blaine Anderson! If you give our daughter anymore mashed up fruit, you‘re going to be the one changing her diapers for the rest of the time we‘re in Lima!”

All 8 late-twenty-year-olds and the baby were all sitting on top of a very large, thin, tartan blanket that was littered with plastic containers filled with sliced fruit, sandwiches and cakes. Each person in the group had a small, hard plastic plate and were equipped with ordinary metal forks, and a small plastic spoon for Lizzy.

Burt and Carole had stayed at the house, claiming that they had shopping and other things to do and that the 9 of them should just enjoy themselves.

Since they sat down, Blaine had been mashing up tiny portions of: oranges, pineapple, grapes, strawberries, apples and bananas. He’d fed almost each potion to Lizzy, Lizzy seemed to like all of the fruit, except the apple, which she wound up spitting out shortly after it entered her mouth. Blaine was just about to feed Lizzy mashed bananas when Kurt complained.

“Come on, Kurt, just this one more potion of fruit won‘t do much more.” he said, lifting the spoon with banana on it.

“Okay, but you‘re the one changing her.” Kurt sing-songed.

“Fine.” Blaine shrugged, directing the spoon towards Elizabeth’s eager mouth.

Lizzy hummed happily as the smooth bananas entered her mouth, a small amount dribbling down her chin, which Lizzy attempted to push back into her mouth using the palm of her hand, accidentally covering her hand and chin in a thick layer of drool.

Lizzy clenched and unclenched her fist, feeling the sticky moisture between her fingers.

“Lizzy, you silly baby.” smiled Kurt, retrieving a wipe from the diaper bag and cleaning his daughters hand and chin, “Nice and clean.” he kissed her forehead.

Kurt put the dirty wipe in a plastic bag as Blaine continued to feed Lizzy, Lizzy making adorable ‘yummy’ noises with every spoonful.

“I love how she makes those little noises every time.” commented Mercedes, “It‘s like, she wants to share her joy with us.” everyone stared at her in slight amusement.

“Haha, that‘s one way of putting it, ‘Cedes.”

“Very deep, Mercedes.” Sam teased, “I think I‘m going to cry!”

“Oh, shut up, Trouty Mouth!” retorted Mercedes.

“Oooh!” mocked Puck, “Back off, Sam, it‘s getting serious!”

“Hehe, you know it‘s personal when the high school nicknames come out.” he chuckled, “I‘m sorry, honey.” Sam kissed her cheek, “How can I make it up to you?” he whispered, cheekily.

“Boy! You know I want some of that white chocolate.” she flirted, loudly.

“Mercedes!” giggled Kurt, gently covering Lizzy’s ears. “There‘s an infant here!”

“Aww, she doesn’t understand it.” Mercedes said, resting her hand on Sams leg.

“Besides,”  David piped up, swallowing a bite of cake, “if one day she asks what ‘Cedes meant, you can just say it‘s because Sam resembles an adult version of the Milky Bar Kid.”

Everybody laughed, “Oh my god, he does!” Mercedes cried, “Hahaha, I‘m never going to be able to look at him the same way!”

More laughter.

“Blaine, I think she‘s had enough banana.”

 “Why?”

“She‘s full.” Kurt said as if it were obvious.

“No she‘s not!” Blaine said, defensively “She hasn’t even turned her head away, yet.” Blaine lifted the spoon up and started to direct it towards Lizzy.

“If you put that spoon any closer to her mouth,” Kurt rambled, “I bet you she‘ll turn her head away.”

“You bet me?!” scoffed Blaine.

Kurt hesitated, “Yes, I do. Do you accept?”

Blaine inhaled through his teeth, and briefly glanced around the crowed park.

“Oh, Blaine‘s tempted!” jeered Wes.

Wes was right. Blaine was tempted. He’d always loved the opportunities where he got to embarrass Kurt. But, as he looked around the park area, he saw mothers on the park benches either watching their children in the bigger playground, or watching their husbands play with their babies in the smaller park playground.

Blaine didn’t want to risk embarrassing himself in public, not in Lima. If he was in New York, or if there were less people surrounding the park, he probably would have, but-

“No, no.” Blaine waved it off, “I‘ve already embarrassed you once this month, I can wait a little longer to do it again.”

Kurt sighed, shaking his head “I‘m sure that‘s the reason.” he said, sarcastically.

Blaine rolled his eyes, smiling. He lifted the banana filled plastic spoon and guided it towards Lizzy’s mouth. When the spoon was no less then 4 inches away from her mouth, Lizzy turned her head away, making a small babbling noise in the process.

The people that sat around the picnic blanket watching the scene laughed, while Blaine placed his hand on his chest and sighed in relief “I‘m glad I said no…”

Meanwhile, Kurt lightly slapped Blaine’s knee “Damnit! Why‘d you say no!”

“Aww man!” pouted Wes, “I was looking forward to Blaine screaming ‘My butt inches!’ in front of loads of judgemental mothers.”

Half an hour later, everyone had finished eating and packed away the containers. They laughed as Lizzy made her way around the tartan blanket, stopping before making her way to Puck. She giggled, drool running down her chin, as she grabbed his shirt and stood herself up. Lizzy placed her hand on Pucks shoulder and jumped, as if she were trying to get onto Pucks back. In response, Puck lifted her up and put her onto his back, each of her legs on his shoulders, her chest leaning on the back of his head. Lizzy gurgled happily, resting her hands on Pucks forehead.

“I think she likes me.” Puck smiled, before taking her off his back and laying her down on the blanket. Lizzy rolled over, and continued to make her way around the group.

Blaine finished putting the last of the rubbish into a plastic bag, before standing up to put the bag into the park bin. He jogged back, with a huge smile on his face.

“Kurt!” Blaine beamed, “There‘s a baby swing over there!” he pointed to the park filled with toddlers. “Come on, we need to put Lizzy into it!”

“What do you need me for?” asked Kurt, lifting his arm and showing off his sprained wrist “I can‘t exactly do much.”

Blaine picked Lizzy up, “I know you can‘t push her!” Blaine said, obviously “But get your phone, we need to record this!” with that, Blaine ran towards the mini-park.

Kurt laughed at his enthusiasm, picking his phone out of his pocket. “I‘ll be back in a minute.” he said to his friends on the picnic blanket, before heading to the baby-park.

“So,” started David, “what‘s this whole Kurt, Blaine and baby thing about?”

“Well, basically…” then the rest of the friend group proceeded to tell David what Kurt and Blaine had told them the previous night.

“Aww, I feel bad for them.” sighed David, “Why would they think that no guy wanted to have their babies?”

“I don‘t know.” said Finn, “Something about nobody wanting to settle down?”

“The whole thing is really odd.” Mercedes added “But I think that it‘s actually working for the better.” Everyone stared at her. “What?” she nodded towards the playground, “Look at them.” they did so.

Kurt stood close by Blaine and Lizzy holding his phone up, appearing to record Lizzy’s smiling face as Blaine gently pushed her back and forth.

“What about them? They‘re just having fun with the baby.”

“Finn, are you really that oblivious?” Mercedes snapped, “Look at them! I don‘t know about you guys but I haven‘t seen Kurt or Blaine look at each other like that since high school.”

“Mercedes is right.” agreed Wes, “They do seem a lot closer, if the smiles on their faces are anything to go by.”

“But they‘re only friends.” Sam reminded them.

“Yeah, so?” shrugged Mercedes “I know for a fact that Kurt liked Blaine when he first met him.”

“-and I know for a fact that Blaine liked Kurt around the end of junior year.” said Wes, David nodding with him.

“Really?” asked Mercedes, “Why didn‘t Blaine say anything?”

“Why didn‘t Kurt?” Wes retorted.

“…I don‘t really know. Shame, they would‘ve made the cutest couple.”

“I don‘t think it‘s too late for that.”

“What do you mean, Puck?”

“Well, if they looking at each other like that again, maybe they like each other again.” said Puck, “It could only be a matter of time. You never know.”

“But they‘ll only get together if one of them admits it!”

“True.” Puck glanced in the direction of the park, “-everyone-shut-up-they‘re-coming-back.” he rushed out.

“Hey.” said Blaine, sitting down with Lizzy on his lap, Kurt not far behind, “Did we miss anything?”

“I don‘t know, Puck. I don‘t really feel comfortable leaving Lizzy behind.”

Back at the Hummel’s house, everyone had had their dinner and was now getting a little bit restless in deciding what to do. Puckerman suggested they all go out to the bar because it was karaoke night, and he wanted to have a few drinks that weren’t Burts light beer. So far, (with the exception of Burt and Carole) everyone but Kurt was on board.

“Come on, Kurt. Blaine’s going.” Puck urged.

“Yeah, I know. He can go if he wants to, but I can‘t-”

“Yes, you can. Lizzy can stay with Burt and Carole. It’s not like they haven’t looked after babies before.”

“He‘s got a point, Kurt.” said Burt. “Me and Carole know how to handle babies, especially when they‘re sleeping.” he gestured to the snoring infant in Kurts arms (the swelling in his wrist had went down.)

“I don‘t-”

“Oh, come on!” pleaded Puck, “Kurt if you can‘t leave her willingly, how are you going to be when you go back to work?”

Kurt thought about it, Puck did have a point… and it was the last night he was going to see some of them for a while.

Kurt nodded “Okay.” he placed the sleeping infant into his fathers arms, “I‘ll go.”

“Yes!”

Kurt had to admit, he felt better about leaving Lizzy at his parents once he got to the bar. He wasn’t drinking, neither was Blaine, David or Finn. Finn was playing designated driver, and David claimed that he’d rather not catch his plane back home with a hangover. Kurt and Blaine joked that the last time they got drunk they received a baby in their arms, which is technically true.

A couple hours into the night, Puckerman was wasted; Mercedes and Sam were tipsy, and Wes hadn’t had enough alcohol to affect him much.

“Kurt! Blaine!” Puck slurred, “I signed you guys up for karaoke! Woo!” he burped, “I even picked the song for you.”

“What‘s the song?” they asked, chuckling.

“erm….I don‘t remember.” Puck sat down, “B-but you‘re after those drunk idiots!” he said, attempting to point at Sam and Mercedes, who were finishing up their song.

“Puck, I think you‘re the drunk idiot.” joked Blaine.

“Watch your mouth, Anderson!” he snapped weakly, laying his head down on the table.

The duet between Sam and Mercedes ended, Kurt and Blaine stood up and got up onto the stage. They laughed when the beginning of the mystery song boomed through the speakers, and sang.

“When I‘m with you, baby, I go out of my head.
And I just can‘t get enough, I just can‘t get enough.”

“All the things you do to me, and everything you said.
I just can‘t get enough, I just can‘t get enough.”

Kurt and Blaine continued their song, dancing teasingly around the stage, as Sam and Mercedes claimed to be tired and called a cab to the bar to take them to their hotel, waving goodbye to Kurt and Blaine, while they were still on stage.

“Hey, Finn.” said David, “I think you should take Puck back to your moms, he‘s fell asleep.”

“Good idea.” Finn nodded, hoisting one of Pucks arms over his shoulders, Wes went around him, throwing Pucks other arm over his shoulder.

“I‘ll go back with you guys, I‘m tired.” Wes said.

“Alright. -and if I don’t see you tomorrow, David: bye!”

“Bye, Finn!” David called, as he and Wes carried an unconscious Puckerman outside.

“And I just can‘t seem to get enough of”

Kurt and Blaine’s duet ended, they began to walk off the stage when the computer screen displayed the next person up for singing. ‘Kurt Hummel’

“Oh.” said Kurt, a little confused. “Puck must‘ve put my name down twice…at least he didn‘t pick the song for me this time.”

Blaine laughed, “I’ll see you back at the table. You go pick your song.”

Kurt nodded, smiling “I will.” he said, quickly choosing his song.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night.”

Blaine recognised the song immediately as he made his way back to the table, he sat down next to David, who was the only other person at the table, and smiled as he watched Kurt continue to sing.

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

Almost too clearly in the back of Blaine’s mind, Blaine heard the harmonised voices of his old Glee club singing with the guitar playing in the song. He chuckled, silently. It seemed like only yesterday Kurt was singing this in grief for the dead bird, and Warbler mascot, Pavarotti. It was in their Junior year, he remembered, Kurt had walked to Warblers practise wearing a lovely black outfit, instead of the usual Dalton uniform.

“Blackbird singing the dead of night,
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly.”

Blaine wondered inside his memories as a warmth spread through his chest.

“Blackbird fly,
Into the light of the dark black night.”

Blaine thought back to Kurts high school performance, he remembered being so touched by this song when Kurt sang it with such passion and devotion to his bird. It was the first time he’d properly been able to see Kurt; how amazing he truly was.

“Blackbird fly.
Blackbird fly,
Into the light of the dark black night.”

Blaine remembered having a crush on Kurt after he sang this song. He’d even given Kurt the opportunity to sing a duet with him after it, which Kurt gratefully took. Blaine had picked ‘Candles’ by ‘Hey Monday’ for their duet. When Kurt asked why he’d picked him of all people to sing the song with, Blaine was too scared to tell him the truth; that he’d had feelings for him. Instead, he’d just told Kurt that the song had been in his head, and he thought his and Kurts voice would mix well together in the song.

He never did forgive himself for chickening out.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.”

Blaine got his first boyfriend in his senior year of high school, he’d never had a boyfriend before and he was so desperate to know what it was like, even if his boyfriend wasn’t Kurt. It’d been a complete disaster! The guy was an asshole, he kept trying to pressure Blaine into sexual acts, he didn’t even get along with Kurt! The boy, Sebastian, had always asked him why he was friends with ‘that Hummel kid’ ‘Lady boy Hummel’ ‘Gay face’ and Blaine hated that! He couldn’t stand to hear Sebastian talk about Kurt like that, so he dumped him. Eventually.

Blaine’s crush had worn off Kurt around the summer before college, when Kurt started sending flirty texts someone he’d met a the music shop, Chandler. Blaine hated that guy! He was way to cheerful, and loud! It was even worse when Chandler and Kurt started dating, just after college started, because Blaine couldn’t get rid of him! He was always just there in the apartment, and he would. Not. Shut. UP!

Blaine shook his head, ridding his mind of those memories, and focused on Kurt. His heart swelling when Kurt looked in his direction and winked. Blaine gasped, his hand landing on his chest. That was new…

“All  your life…”

“Blaine?” David asked, cautiously. Blaine turned towards David. “Do you have feelings for Kurt?” Blaine shyly looked at the table.

“You were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

“Blaine look at me.” Slowly, Blaine looked back at David.

“You were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

“You’re not going to tell him, are you, David?”

“You were only waiting for this moment to arise.”